When she doesn’t hiss and screech insults or kick at him like a jilted harpy for his remark about her ears, Trell leans a little closer. There’s potential here. Her ambiguous reply earns only a brief backward flick of both ears. He can work with that. He likes the prospect of having to pry a little, work his claws into all her little cracks and force the whole thing open so she’s bare and burning under the eyes of the world.
Her question to him requires a little thought before he answers, and Trell lets his eyes walk lazily along the length of her back and then down her brown hindquarters while he thinks. He’s right about one thing. Their legs do complement each other very well. "No one to worry about," he reassures her finally, with a quick flick of his eyes to meet her gaze. "Just someone curious." He says this with a slow smile, eyes widening a fraction, still holding her stare.
"How is it you’ve been alone for awhile, and yet haven’t been alone all that long at all?" he asks, easing just a step closer. This does interest him, very much, for if she’s just been discarded momentarily by whoever was with her, Trell wants to make sure he’s not caught unawares by their return. And if she isn’t really with anyone at all, well, all the better. No one is likely to interrupt their little conversation, then, and he can take his time coaxing her to tell him whatever it is he wants to hear. |